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I like the way she takes advantage. But tell me, how am I gonna manage If she does damage? Is that what the plan is? One more time and I'll be a goner. I wish that someone would put a leash on her. All night long I sound loke a mourner. Hot under the collar, She's making me holler'. When we're together the roles are reversed. I be the last and she be the first. I be the blessing, she be the curse. Makin' it hurt. Puttin' in work. But all in all, it's quenching her thirst. Sweet agony; In harmony With what's harmin' me, And charmin' me; The way that you're disarming me; This has to be sweet agony.
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 7:01 AM UTC
Sweet Agony
I like the way she takes advantage. But tell me, how am I gonna manage If she does damage? Is that what the plan is? One more time and I'll be a goner. I wish that someone would put a leash on her. All night long I sound loke a mourner. Hot under the collar, She's making me holler'. When we're together the roles are reversed. I be the last and she be the first. I be the blessing, she be the curse. Makin' it hurt. Puttin' in work. But all in all, it's quenching her thirst. Sweet agony; In harmony With what's harmin' me, And charmin' me; The way that you're disarming me; This has to be sweet agony.
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Bahamian
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 7:01 AM UTC
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